Sunday Feb. 2nd
A bright day but so windy & cold
that it was impossible to go about
with comfort. 5° below zero &
blowing a gale from the east. If
it is quiet tomorrow we will start
home. I only need to dig out
the two pots & pack my curios
& we can start in an hour. The
trip has been all I expected only
that I did not get to hunt. I
had hoped, too, that some unusual
condition might enable us to
cross to the Diomedes on the ice -
but the loss of Na-tax-ite has
scared me out from sealing on
the ice pack & no weather fit for
hunting white bear has favored us
in that respect. I am getting
anxious, too, about my outside
mail, which ought to be in Nome
by this time. So will probably
pack and go: Recd. long letter from
Mrs. Bernhardi, the government
Eskimo teacher here, today - it is a
tale of woe - she ought to have been born a man